Love Like Salt. Folktales of types 923 and 510 translated and/or edited by D.
L. Ashliman © 1998-2013 Contents Return to D. To Love My Father All William Shakespeare Lear Which of you shall we say doth love us most? Goneril Sir, I love you more than words can wield the matter, Dearer than eye-sight, space and liberty, Beyond what can be valued, rich or rare, No less than life, with grace, health, beauty, honour, As much as child e'er loved or father found; A love that makes breath poor and speech unable; Beyond all manner of so much I love you. ... Regan I am made of that self metal as my sister, And prize me at her worth. Cordelia I cannot heave My heart into my mouth: I love your majesty According to my bond; nor more nor less.
Mother Killed Me, Father Ate Me: Tales of Type 720. Folktales of Aarne-Thompson-Uther type 720 translated and/or edited by D.
L. Ashliman © 2007-2008 Contents Return to D. The Juniper Tree Germany Long ago, at least two thousand years, there was a rich man who had a beautiful and pious wife, and they loved each other dearly. In front of their house there was a courtyard where there stood a juniper tree. Dream Bread: Folktales of Type 1626. Folktales of type 1626 assembled and edited by D.
L. Ashliman © 2011 Contents Return to D. The Three Dreams Petrus Alphonsi Two burghers and a simple peasant, on their way to Mecca, found themselves with no food except enough flour to make a single small loaf of bread. "What's the matter? " "I've had a wonderful dream. "That is a splendid dream," replied the other; "but I dreamed that two angels came, clove the earth asunder, and took me into hell.
" The peasant heard all this, but nevertheless pretended to be asleep. "Who is calling me? " "Where should we come back from? " "Why, I just had a dream in which I saw two angels take one of you and open the gates of heaven and lead him before the Lord; then two angels took the other of you, opened the earth, and led him into hell. Source: Petrus Alphonsi, Disciplina Clericalis, as retold by Paull Franklin Baum, "The Three Dreams or 'Dream-Bread' Story," The Journal of American Folk-Lore, vol. 30 (1917), p. 378. The Three Travelers The Masnavi Spain. Fairy Theft. Legends about thieving fairies translated and/or edited by D.
L. Ashliman © 2009 Contents Return to D. Of the Subterranean Inhabitants Scotland THESE Siths, or FAIRIES, they call Sleagh Maith, or the Good People, it would seem, to prevent the Dint of their ill Attempts, (for the Irish use to bless all they fear Harme of;) and are said to be of a midle Nature betuixt Man and Angel, as were Dæmons thought to be of old; of intelligent studious Spirits, and light changable Bodies, (lyke those called Astral), somewhat of the Nature of a condensed Cloud, and best seen in Twilight. What Food they extract from us is conveyed to their Homes by secret Paths, as sume skilfull Women do the Pith and Milk from their Neighbours Cows into their own Chiese-hold thorow a Hair-tedder, at a great Distance, by Airt Magic, or by drawing a spickot fastened to a Post, which will bring milk as farr of as a Bull will be heard to roar.
Fairy Theft The elves have got a worse name for stealing than they deserve. The Devil (or Ogre) and the Gun: Folktales of Type 1157. Folktales of Aarne-Thompson-Uther Type 1157 translated and/or edited by D.
L. Ashliman © 2009 Contents Return to D. How the Devil Played the Flute Germany Once the devil became bored in hell and wanted to take a pleasure trip to earth. They came to a large oak tree where a man in a green jacket and with a green cap was lying asleep. The little devil ran up and examined everything closely. "That I have to see," said the little devil. "It takes two, my son. "Then you can blow, and I will finger," said the whippersnapper. So the old one had to put the barrel into his mouth, whether he wanted to or not, because he had spoiled the little fellow rotten. "You have to press down on the keys, you stupid boy," said the old one. The little devil pushed against the hammer, then there came such a blow that the old one was struck to the ground, for the entire load of shot hit him in the throat.
"That was not a beautiful tone," said the whippersnapper. The Origin of the Jack-o'-Lantern Wales "Ach!